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  <title>Anti-Ninja</title>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 13:12:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Silliest</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Who am I, but the great pretender?&lt;br /&gt;I make my way with words so tender.&lt;br /&gt;Creating worlds to disguise my own.&lt;br /&gt;Furtively concealing truth unbeknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A silly attraction rooted from desire.&lt;br /&gt;Was anyone&apos;s guess what could transpire.&lt;br /&gt;You had me choked up and so mesmerized.&lt;br /&gt;Your features I almost memorized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reckless drive of my own devise.&lt;br /&gt;You were hesitant but without compromise.&lt;br /&gt;A knack of sensing, even the guise.&lt;br /&gt;Without a word you made me think twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dazed by your sudden affection,&lt;br /&gt;My head is clouded with recollection.&lt;br /&gt;You mirror me but I cannot fathom.&lt;br /&gt;The misery echoed like a custom.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I need you beyond comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;You wanted me out with compensation.&lt;br /&gt;What else to do, how can we contend,&lt;br /&gt;With a society compelling us to repent?&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <lj:mood>confused.</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 13 Apr 2008 16:50:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Shoddy</title>
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  <description>I could stare for you for hours. &lt;br /&gt;But it just wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be right. &lt;br /&gt;You might notice and start another fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be with you for hours straight and get sick of your laugh. &lt;br /&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m just being silly. &lt;br /&gt;When you&amp;rsquo;re gone, I&amp;rsquo;ll miss your laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&amp;rsquo;ve been gone an hour. &lt;br /&gt;I&amp;rsquo;ve been missing you for 3. &lt;br /&gt;Hope you&amp;rsquo;d come back so I could finally breathe.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</description>
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  <lj:mood>weird.</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 29 Dec 2007 21:27:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>This was an eventful year.</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;My LJ didn&apos;t stand witness. So,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;New &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Years&lt;/font&gt; RESOLUTION&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;#3&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;is&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;write&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; on &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://bernina.livejournal.com&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;my&lt;/font&gt; LiveJournal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g174/berninz/LiveJournal/123007.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Me and &lt;a href=&quot;http://motelmotel.livejournal.com&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eizel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with her &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffcc00&quot;&gt;FISHEYE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Taken with my &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0033ff&quot;&gt;HOLGA&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot;&gt;120&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#990033&quot;&gt;CFN&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;The first two is nothing of interest. With that, I leave you. I&apos;m going to &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Bangkok&lt;/span&gt;! Haha! So this would be my last post for &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; year. Hope everyone will have an awesome &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;NEXT&lt;/i&gt; YEAR&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;! No one get hurt that badly. Alrighty.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;BYE! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 23 Dec 2007 20:33:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Waiting.</title>
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  <description>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;So the day became one of waiting, which was, he knew a sin: moments were to be experienced; waiting was a sin against both the time that was still to come and the moments one was currently disregarding. Still he was waiting.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Neverwhere&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, Neil Gaiman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot; color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;{{ WARNING: EXCESSIVE EMO-NESS }}&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have you ever felt you&apos;ve been waiting? Just waiting. For nothing in particular but you have this anticipation in your gut and you can&apos;t just explain the feeling out right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everything wrong I figured I&apos;ve been waiting for something extremely right. Or not exactly right. Something incredible. Something life changing. Actually, anything to put my mind off the gutters. I&apos;ve felt detached from my body. I know I&apos;m moving. I&apos;m talking. But something is wrong. Out of place. Myself just feels so far away - so distant. I knew myself. At least I thought I did. I was this kid. A brat more than anyone, but I was still &lt;i&gt;just a kid&lt;/i&gt;. I was mighty. Indestructible. Or at least I healed up pretty decently. That was a million years ago. Lately I&apos;ve made a lot of decisions that were... for lack of a better word, crappy. And I&apos;m not healing. I can&apos;t anymore. I just try to cover it up. Ignore it for a while. Hoping desperately for it to disappear. It never does. It probably never will. But I still wait. For what? I don&apos;t know exactly but whatever that is I&apos;m hoping it makes everything right again.</description>
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  <lj:mood>awake.</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2007 08:52:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>To write another day.</title>
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  <description>&lt;i&gt;Ew. Eizel. Ew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREEWRITING! Ayoko na nga. You ruined me! Ruined! Haha!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: line-through;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <lj:mood>Derranged.</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 17 Nov 2007 19:46:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Livid. Never lived it.</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;No more I-thinks and maybes. No more misconceptions or second-guessing. This is real. More real than anything I’ve ever known. I just wish it wasn’t. I wish it were just all in my head. Something I’ve conjured up from all the thinking I do. Even a big fat possibility would be better but not in any way the reality.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up. I told myself to do it so many times in the past when I had these “moments”, but I never did. But this time - &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; time I actually did. Does this really mean I’ve finally given up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot; color=&quot;#999999&quot;&gt;A post after 132 weeks. Loser.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <lj:mood>Dead.</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 04 May 2005 10:53:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I blog elsewhere!</title>
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  <description>&lt;s&gt;Check out my actual blog site! :D

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Thank you!&lt;/s&gt;</description>
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  <lj:mood>hungry.</lj:mood>
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